As the elder's last words fell, a cold glint flashed in Sikong Jing's eyes, and the killing intent thoroughly surged.
At the same time... clang!
Ye Wuzhi had already drawn his sword, pointing ominously at the mysterious elder, his eyes brimming with murderous intent. If earlier the elder was showing his fangs, now they were fully exposed.
The elder never intended for them to leave the Willow Leaf Holy Wall alive, so there was only the option of battle.
But at this moment, Sikong Jing gradually withdrew the cold light from his eyes, curling his lips as he asked, "Senior, haven't you revealed your fangs too early? Shouldn't you be giving me some hope first, then letting me continue to unravel before revealing them?"
The elder had been pretending to be good all along, but now there was no complete unraveling. Was it necessary to show his fangs immediately?
Of course, Sikong Jing asked this despite knowing full well.
